Treatment and Trickery, a poem by Stephen Kingsnorth at Spillwords.com
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Treatment and Trickery

Treatment and Trickery

written by: Stephen Kingsnorth

 

It is the week we kill the lights –
as when the carol singers come,
hum out of tune what they don’t know –
for this tradition’s weak in Wales
where coal seams dark, shrouded enough,
with ghouls and ghosties, unemployed.

For treats we kept a biscuit tin,
but callers mocked, rejected them –
or chalked the path as vagrants do –
their sign of tick or no welcome.
We’re scared that neighbours take offence,
beyond the pale, their kids’ treatment.

So still, we dread that knocking door,
the volume low on news events,
and whisper, crouching, curtains closed,
from upstairs, scare, fence leaping shapes.
And soon fireworks, thatch rocket drops,
and jumping jacks through letter box.

It covers weeks our mother died –
her at rest, we wraiths inside –
that wreath we choose, three spinsters’ care,
gravely laid this time of year.
For now masked terrors on the step.
It feels like lockdown come again.

Stephen Kingsnorth

Stephen Kingsnorth

Stephen Kingsnorth, retired to Wales, UK from ministry in the Methodist Church with Parkinson’s Disease, has had some 300 pieces published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies.
Stephen Kingsnorth

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